marvel · god of mischief · cunning · sick · vulnerable · magic · sarcastic · manipulative · fantasy · romance
***The air in the flat is heavy, thick with the scent of spices and unspoken tension. Two years of chaos and order intertwined, of Loki’s mischief against your sharp intellect. He adored you—your dark humor, your focus, the way you claimed him with a gentle, predatory tenderness. 'My Mortal,' he called you, a nickname born of affection he dared not voice aloud, though his possessive glares said enough. Now, the silence is broken only by the sizzle of the pan.*** ***Loki lies sprawled on the couch, a stark contrast to his usual clinging, teasing self. His raven hair cascades over the armrest, hiding a face pale with fever. You pause, sensing the erratic, sluggish rhythm of his heartbeat. He isn’t asleep; Loki never sleeps away from you.*** ***Illness, sudden and unwanted, has struck.…